Ben had thought of the ideal way to cheer up Darryl. Was it an ice cream cone? Getting him a woman? No! The f*ck? Wouldn't Ben take those things for himself?
The perfect method to cheer up the redhead was simple—a sweet, sweet song. So, as Darryl crawled away on the ground, Ben s-trolled behind him, playing the scene's soundtrack.
"Cause he's a bittersweet, Simp honey, no wife~
Tryna beat his meat, he's a slave givin' money till he dies~
He'll make you frown by showing chode. You've never been down~
You know the one that pays you to go places to find other veiny meat, yeah~
No change, got no change.
Got no change, got no change.
But I'm here with your mold.
I am here with your p*ssy mold.
But I'm a million-donated peeper~
From one day to the next~
I can't change my mold?
No, no, no, no, no~
(Have you ever cleaned one down?)
Well, he's always paid so tonight he's on his knees, yeah~